As my mind spins around
I feel six feet underground
A noose around my throat
A fall in the water wish I brung my coat
A car crash where I die
But to afraid to say goodbye
The feeling of being numb
As I see death come
I turn away
To go with him another day
Then wondering when
As I walk back to where I have been
As my life goes on
I will sit here at dawn
Wishing to fall
Or get a life saving phone call
See I won't die
Or say goodbye
But everyday I get closer to death
Because I'm not scared of taking my last breath
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